J. Cole - Simba LyricsSend this Ringtone to your Cell
Straight out The Villle and I made it,
Like a villain I'm hated
I see 'em gillin, I ate it though
Fien'n to blow inflatable, that's undebateable (ugh)
I'm givin n*ggas food for thought, the flow is cater yo
I'm never faded though,
Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the doe related hoe!
It's like my only son, where I go, he come!
N*ggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid sh*t
Nah I don't stunt on n*ggas, I show 'em how to do this sh*t
I'm somethin like the light-skin version of the very same baby that The Virgin Mary raised
That's word to everything!
N*gga life a scary game but I'm playin
You sucka n*ggas lie in everything that ya sayin
Shame on y'all, you tryna ball with the game on pause
Ay n*gga pull the thing on y'all, y'all stain y'all draws
F*ck you n*ggas, but this ain't raw dog
I got protection, lethal weapons, and they aim on y'all
I'm like the man on Mars; I'm high as hell
Watch me blow like I exhale I excel in this rap sh*t,
Cuz y'all spittin that wack sh*t
And every n*gga suddenly be rappin bout that trap sh*t
So while you n*ggas copy cat the cats who made classics
I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats and the rhymes
I'm rappin for the freaks and the dimes and shine like a mothaf*ckin diamond,
You shine like a mothaf*ckin dime
That's word to my mom
I don't mind if you n*ggas hate
Just know you hatin on that n*gga, n*gga get it straight
I'm spittin hungry like ain't sh*t up on my dinner plate
The kind a flow that make a n*gga hyper-ventilate (ugh)
See let me demonstrate, I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor
The only pops a n*gga ever seen around was Huckstable
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzle for
Look how the buzzer grow,
Ballin til the buzzer blow
Man I'm hungry, does it show?
Ain't nothin funny, f*ck a joke I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck
I hope you n*ggas woke now, impermanently
Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease
Word on the streets is I'm the prince n*gga, check the splenda
And I can't wait to be the King, n*gga: young simba!
Word on the streets is I'm the Prince n*gga, check the splenda
And I can't wait to be the king, n*gga: young simba!